I’ve always believed every girl’s declaration of independence deserves a nasty groove soundtrack. What better way to put an exclamation point on leaving some shitty situation than for them to see the swagger in your walk as you’re hearing drums that won’t quit and synths that sound like your heartbeat on cocaine? That strut when you’re done? That walk when you’ve made peace with chaos and chosen yourself anyway? That needs a beat. Shery M gets it. ‘Goin Gone’ has this relentless 80s Miami freestyle energy, pure emotional chaos set to Latin percussion and early synths that refuse to stop. It’s dance music for girls who feel everything too fucking hard and still put on lip gloss anyway. So what’s a girl from Persia doing with a groove born in Miami clubs she’s probably never stepped one stiletto in? Turns out swagger transcends international borders. That confidence is universal.
The song starts with Shery holding on by a thread. “ Tryna hold on / Asking myself when all this went wrong / Facing my fears I’m tryna stay strong. ” We’ve all been there. That moment when you’re white-knuckling through something that’s already over, asking yourself how the hell you ended up here. Then comes the gut punch: “How did my heaven turn to hell I don’t understand.” That line slays because it’s the thing nobody tells you about relationships that go bad. One day you’re safe. The next day you’re in free fall and you don’t even know what the fuck changed.
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Then she loses her mind a little. “I’ve been checking my phone / So paranoid / how did it get this way / All these eyes I’m trying to avoid.” The way she admits she’s checking her phone obsessively? The way she’s avoiding everyone because they can SEE she’s unraveling? I’ve lived this. You’re falling apart but you’re also on a plane somewhere, sitting first class, trying to keep it together in public while your entire world collapses in private. That image of her “Sitting first class on this plane” while everything burns is so visceral. She’s living her best life on paper while everything real is burning.
Shery cries over this situation for the first time. “I cried for the first time / You know I never show it / You know it, know it, know it’s / Goodbye for the last time / I’m goin goin goin – GONE.” When you’re someone who keeps it together, that first cry over something is the moment you realize it was coded into your DNA. The repetition of “you know it” feels almost like she’s convincing herself this is real. And that final “GONE”? No ambiguity there.
Shery M, aka “The Persian Urban Queen,” has earned over a billion streams worldwide, which is fucking wild. Born in Tehran she rose from Iran’s underground music scene before being forced to flee after months in hiding. Let that sink in. Months. In hiding. For making music. ‘Goin Gone’ was written from that exact moment when she had to leave everything behind. When she talks about missing the way it feels in “your arms” and praying “you’re” safe from harm? That “you” might not be who you think it is. Sometimes leaving a country feels exactly like leaving a lover. When she says “This song is not about disappearing. It’s about choosing yourself when staying would mean losing who you are,” she’s talking about literal survival. Most of us are leaving situations. Shery was leaving a country.
The second verse is where the grief lives. “So long / I miss the way it feels in your arms / Each night I pray your safe from all harm.” She’s gone, she’s done, she’s never going back, and she still misses the safety of those arms. She’s still praying they’re okay even though they destroyed her. That contradiction is what makes heartbreak so goddamn complicated. You can be done with someone and still want them to be safe. You can choose yourself and still grieve what you’re walking away from.
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But here’s the power move. “Tonight I pushed through all this pain / I’m never going back again.” No ambiguity. No maybe. No “we’ll see.” She pushed through and she’s DONE. That’s the moment you stop negotiating with your own weakness and just fucking leave. That’s choosing movement over silence. That’s the whole song.
With ‘Goin Gone,’ this is Shery M speaking to a global audience in a new language. This is her first English track after an entire career in Persian, and it lands with serious intention. The production feels modern and global, built for radio and remix culture, but the emotion underneath is timeless. Anyone who’s had to leave something behind to survive gets this song. A place. A person. A version of yourself that doesn’t work anymore.
That swagger I mentioned at the start? That walk when you’re finally done? Shery found the perfect beat for it. The kind of groove that makes leaving feel less like loss and more like liberation. The kind of rhythm that turns your goodbye into a goddamn victory lap.
